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Sunlight is overrated Bury it, bury it deep below Into a small cardboard box Of childhood memories Not a kid anymore, not now It's time for change Stubborn satisfaction flew away Bury the light, bury the light The spot behind the swing-set Is nice and dry, aching for you To feed it the rain, the … Continue reading Bury the light

Slingshot knew the path back to his farm in Winston County naturally. He followed it like the wolf followed the scent of its prey, like a hunter followed tracks in the woods. The Native Americans had carved his path centuries ago. He studied their culture for years after sundown, when he no longer could work … Continue reading Trail of Tears